It’s what we do, right?

Well, first let’s get this out of the way. Last night I was going to write of “hair color” after chores. Ugh. The chores took more than I had, so let’s dive into hair color staightway, and then, later, we will discuss “Just So”.

I will go ahead and tell you that I could discuss “Just So . . .” , forever.

If.

Strike that.

WHEN.

Yea!!! Boys and girls it’s time for hair color!

It is last night, and I am at the recycling bins\garbage alcove next to the laundry room, adjacent to the mailboxes. And there she is.

It is a person, and if I anguished over it or checked postal records I could come up with her name (IHNI) , but mostly I know her by her hair color. Hair colors, I should say/write because it/they (many) seem to be going around town quite a bit of late.

I went first, with a smile and then words: “Hey, how ya’ doin’? [Good] I like your hair color this time. I noticed it last night but I didn’t get a chance to tell you. [Yeah, I decided to go darker on top.] It’s good this way, my opinion. [Thank you. {pause} Thank you.]

One of us, not sure, “How was Christmas? Or maybe how was your Christmas?”

She said something about relatives or whatever, and then I said in reply. “Well yeah, it was good. I had this church and I helped feed the homeless and then they kicked me out. It just occured to me that the last thing I did there was help feed them . . .”

But I’m good. It was an incredible Christmas, actually.

And then I went on to explain circumstances and context briefly, of course. Of course!

Well, hair-color girl nailed it: “That’s not right.” She might have even said, “That’s f*cked up” and if she said that, then I said, yeah, you nailed it. I could have said “to a cross”, but what I did was: I smiled into her eyes as she walked her dog away. and I dumped my garbage and recycled every last thing that I could.

Next time, now that she knows, we can talk about God. That is how he does it, how he works, and what the man named Jesus was all about.